Becoming the casualty, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending 

Empty air between the souls
We said too much to make them true
To Set Our Graves In Stone
A martyr dream we once believed
Show us your integrity in Failing  
With so many words… so many 
They mean to little 
Summing up An Overpowering feeling 
It Consumes me… All things Consume me
Posted: 2006-04-16 06:07:47 UTC
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2006-04-23 22:30:08lost the lonely dead
cool but seems like it needs something more after it...